Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Twenty Three

I ain't given into ye pervs... Not yet.

Will walked into the master's bedroom to see a huge bed, and racks full of weapons on one of the walls.
"Wow," he said. "There are a lot of weapons."
"Yep," said Terror, walking in. "At least we wont be under prepared for an attack."
Will chuckled. "No we won't."
Terror plopped down on the bed and let out a sigh. "Comfy," he said, relaxed.
Will laid next to him, and kissed his cheek. "Lazy."
"Hey I just teleported a million things into the house, it wore me the fuck down," said Terror, sitting up and taking off his shirt, then laying back down on his stomach.
Will tranced the muscles on Terrors back, and the painful looking scars.
Terror shivered a little at his cold touch. "Heh..."
Will had his face close to Terror's, focussed on tracing his back.
It was very muscular, not as much as his front though, but Will felt a pang of guilt everytime he saw his scars though. His skin was smooth, but Terror's hands were rough, yet everytime he touched Will, they were gentle.
Will loved looking into Terror's eyes, they were very beautiful, they were unique. They seemed to be constantly moving, his eye color dancing like actual flames.
Will nuzzled Terror's neck. "Your beautiful Terror."
Terror looked at him puzzled. "Thanks, your better than me though Will, don't forget that." He kissed his cheek.
Will smiled and relaxed more, into the soft bed.

Terror woke up to someone banging on the front door.
Grr who the hell is banging so loud!? Terror thought angrily, while walking to the front door.
He opened the door to see a man that seemed to be of the age forty. He had grey black hair and a shaved face. He wore a brown coat with a bleached blue shirt, and he wore brown pants.
"Im guessing your the new neighbor," he said, a hint of disgust and disappointment in his voice.
"Mhm," said Terror. "Who are you?"
"My name is Mr. Mendes," said the man.
Ah the homophobic. Thought Terror.
"What have to come for?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe still shirtless.
"I want you and your other rat to stay away from me and my house," said Mr. Mendes. "Got it?"
Terror stepped forward so he was in Mr. Mendes's face. "Id love to stay away from pieces of shit like you, now if you don't have anything to say thats worth my time," he said, calmly. "Get away from My house, I don't want to see your pathetic face anymore."
Mr. Mendes growled than walked away.
Terror closed the door and sighed.
Will suddenly appeared next to him, making him jump.
"Sorry," he said, sleepily. "Are you okay?"
Terror put a hand over his chest. "Y-yeah Im fine."
"You sure?" asked Will, yawning.
Terror chuckled and hugged him. "Im very sure, as long as your with me, Im more than fine."
Will smiled up at him and kissed his neck a little.
Terror shivered a little at the soft touch of his lips, he didn't know why though. He figured he'd be use to it by now, he was the one to make the first move after all. He wasn't completely honest to himself, he wanted to be fine or okay, but something Mr. Mendes had done or said, ate at his chest. He was trying to push the feeling down, when Will wrapped his arms around his waist. Terror's mind was fogging, but he tried to focus on the feeling Will always gave him, since he first laid eyes on him. Will was so small compared to him, and Terror loved teasing him and couldn't help but be attracted to Will's small, but fit body. He always got lost in his blue eyes, that sometimes seemed to change to teal or sea green. He loved running his fingers through his blond hair, and watching Will playfully pout each time.
Terror traced his fingers down Will's side, feeling his lean but strong muscles. He let his hand rest on Will's hip, then kissed his softly. It was quick but Will could tell it always meant a lot.
Terror walked away, leaving Will in a slight daze. Terror had never been so touchy feely with him, not to that extent where he touched him lower that his stomach.
It made him... Flustered, and his heart was racing a little. Why was he so agitated?
He ran a hand threw his beautiful blond hair. He wasn't sure if Terror was actually alright, or if he was lying, he could never really tell most of the time.
Terror was an expert when it came to deception, lying, or hiding things including his feelings. Will knew this, he had learned from being with Terror so much. He knew Terror adjusted slowly to what you wanted to hear, but didn't make it obvious, he adjusted to where you couldn't even catch a hint that he was lying right at your face, he'd sound as whatever you expected to hear from him, he'd make himself predictable in your eyes, but you'd never know that you were the one who was always the fool.
To Will, it seemed to be a great advantage to do an unexpected attack, or to just be a spy. Will sometimes had a one second falter at thinking Terror was deceiving him since they laid eyes on each other, that they're relationship was just a step to get what Terror had secretly wanted all along.... That everything he felt was fake, that everything they'd gone through didn't matter one cent to Terror. But he didn't and never will want to think of that, he never went deep into thought about it.
Plus the thought didn't add up to him. If Terror was just playing a game with him, why did he go so far with him? He went even as far as to buy them a house, so they could live together.
Will sighed and realised he still hadn't moved from the front door. He chuckled to himself and then walked into the kitchen, where Terror was making breakfast.
"You can cook?!" said Will, then placed his hands on his hip.
"Ha ha," said Terror, looking over his shoulder at him. "Last time you tried to cook you practically stole my soul and ripped it apart in my face!"
Will laughed.
"Okay okay," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "May-Maybe I did."
Terror smirked.
Will looked into his eyes, that's when he noticed it.
"Terror...?" said Will, stepping up to him and lowered his face to his.
His irises looked like they were starting to crack, his eye color was a faded version of the once dancing flames.
"Why are your eyes like this...?" asked Will, now really worried.
Terror put his hand on Wills. "Will Im fine..."
"No, no your not," said Will. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Will stop, please," said Terror. "Im fine, and the eyes, they have a mind of their own that I can rarely read, Will."
Will placed his forehead against Terror's forehead, and closed his eyes.
Terror did the same then took Will's hands off him and turned back to the food.
Will walked to the couch and sat on it. There he could tell that Terror had lied. The part that hurt him the most was the fact that, Terror had done it right in his face.
He put his head in his hands, all he wanted was for Terror to tell him what was wrong.
Instead, Terror was hiding it and locked himself up from Will, and it hurt him everytime he thought about it.
Terror looked back at him, and felt a huge dent of guilt. He sighed and continued to tend to the food. He didn't want to lie to Will, but he had to. To keep him happy, he'd have to lie to him about his eyes.
Will stood and walked into the hallway that lead to the three extra rooms. He wondered if they'd ever find a use for them. Maybe Terror might want expand their family, but he doubted it. He felt that it was much too soon to talk about that, he wasn't even sure if he wanted that yet too. Will peeked into the first room, it had a big closet next to the door, but nothing was in the room except for the carpet. He looked into the next, the closet was on the right end corner of the room, it was as big as the other one, maybe even a little bigger. Like the last on it was empty, Will didn't even know what he was hoping for, looking through the extra rooms. Will walked into the other it was like the first but a bit bigger. He sighed and stood in the middle of the room, his head down.
Suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist and a warm, soft kiss on his neck. Terror had his head buried there, taking in Wills smell. He smiled, Will always smelled like pine, Terror loved breathing it in, it calmed him somehow.
Will smiled and put his hand over Terror's.
He felt his palm and smiled more, he rough callused hands that had a few little scars from his daggers. Terror held his hand while still wrapped up behind him, and rubbed his thumb over Will's smaller softer hands.
Terror nuzzled Wills neck, and kept him wrapped up with his other arm. He kissed Will's neck and watched him blush. He loved how his pale skin turned so bright red, and how cute he looked all flustered. Will moved closer to Terror, he had swung his hips a little as he did so, making him smile. Will tipped his head up to look up at him, then kissed him deeply. Will loved the way Terror's slightly pink lips tasted, since he first kissed him. He loved how much smaller he was compared to him, he felt all the more protected and secure. Though at sometimes he found it very annoying, like when Terror teased him but he always knew he was just joking. Will smiled and twisted till he was facing Terror. He ran his hands up Terror's chest and then hugged him.
Terror bit his lip and kissed Wills forehead. "The foods done Will..." he said quietly.
He didn't exactly want to let Will go from his arms, but he knew they couldn't stay like this for long.
"I don't care," said Will, kissing Terror's neck.
Terror let out a shaky breath and pulled Will closer. He bit down gently on his neck and kissed it, receiving a little gasp from Will.
"Terror...," he said.
"Hey," said Terror, in his ear. "You started it."
He kissed Will's pink lips, his face turning the same color. He ran his teeth along the jaw line of Will, and ran his lips all the way down to his chest. He then kissed the exposed skin and bit down gently on his shoulder. Will had his arms wrapped around him, he had his eyes closed, and was battling to stay silent. Terror smiled and ran his hand up his side, from his waist to his neck.
Will let out a shaky sigh and swallowed.
Terror kissed his neck up to his soft lips. He was really testing Will's patients, he was holding himself back, because he knew Terror wanted him to break and give in. He was only teasing him, he knew once Will broke he'd stop. But Will felt the heat inside him rise, he felt Terror's hot breath on his body, and couldn't help but let him mind wonder to the "what ifs." He rested his head against Terror's bare chest, his face the color of a strawberry. He was surprised he wasn't bleeding out from a nose bleed, but he appreciated the fact that he wasn't bleeding a river.
Suddenly he felt Terror's rough hand push up into his shirt on his back. He gasped and held back a whine. "Stop teasing me Terror..." he begged, looking up into Terrors eyes.
He felt water build up in his eyes, he didn't know why though, maybe 'cause of his anxiety? He wiped at his eyes furiously, but he couldn't stop the water that kept building up.
Terror rubbed his cheek with his thumb gently. "You've been sensitive for a few days now I'm sorry I made you cry Will," he said, then hugged him tight. "Im really sorry."
Will hugged him back, he didn't know why he was so emotional lately. He let the tears roll down his cheeks, as he hung onto Terror, who had his head resting on his shoulder.
"I love you Will," he said.
"I love you too Terror," said Will. "Im sorry I've been like this a lot, heh... I don't even know why."
Terror chuckled. "Sometimes you feel sad for a reason you don't know, it just an emotion you need to let out and then you go back to being okay."
Will smiled, and pressed his head more into Terror's chest. He didn't know exactly what he was suppose to say, but he was thankful Terror understood him so well.
Terror let him go. "The food is most likely cold by now," he chuckled.
"Eh," said Will. "I wasn't hungry either way."
Terror kissed his forehead. "Okay," he said, his breath hot against Will's skin.
Will shuddered, and trembled. His body felt hot and slightly weak. He grabbed onto Terror's waist, then traced his hand down to his hips. He didn't know what gotten into him, but he kind of liked it.
Terror came closer to him and kissed him deeply, tongues entwining and closed their eyes. Terror's cheeks slightly turned red, and he pulled Will impossibly close by the hips. They took breaths in between their kissing, but didn't let up. Terror pushed his hand up Will's shirt and rubbed his back. Will gave out a breath, and pulled away from the kiss, letting Terror kiss his neck and then chest. Terror pushed Will gently against the wall, and continued.
"Terror..." Will stopped him. "Bed..."
Terror smirked and picked Will up and took him to their room, where they continued.